I drank my blood from a golden cup
Questioning my existence and wondering what is wrong and what is right, what is good and what is bad, whom can define and whom to depend on and wich reality is true.
Living in a beautiful cruel and fragile world and by living we are leaving, each moment pass by is a step towards death we call it living even if it seems like we're dying slowly fading away, slipping from the physical body into a whole different aspect, turning...
Living in a beautiful cruel and fragile world and by living we are leaving, each moment pass by is a step towards death we call it living even if it seems like we're dying slowly fading away, slipping from the physical body into a whole different aspect, turning...